ENTER THE STALKERS: A Star Wars alternate universe story
After the Fire
Star Wars Universe Planet Naboo
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It had been an hectic six months since the liberation of the Naboo from the Trade Federation. Obi Wan had become a full Jedi and was away to mediate a dispute between two warring factions. It was his first mission without his old mentor and all knew he would succeed at his endeavor. The Jedi Council had allowed Qui Gon to take on Anakin as his new Padewan. The victory celebrations had lasted for days. The doctors had stated that Saint was could attend the celebrations as long as he did not push himself too hard. Amidala had assigned one of her handmaidens to the pilot's recovery. The queen and her handmaidens made sure that the American did not over exert himself.
The dignataries from the Republic, Naboo, and the Gungans had assembled in front of the palace. The queen and Gungan leader exchanged gifts to show the unity of all sentient races on the planet. Following, the exchange, the two leaders faced the crowd. Saint had been wheeled out on his hover chair sat off to the side of the proceedings along with his remaining crewmembers.
"It still seems strange to be on another planet after all that has occurred" though Saint.
He had gotten to know the queen and her handmaidens pretty well in the days following the liberation. One of them was always at his side since he became conscious. Everyone got a huge laugh when Wins commented that he was amazed of the lengths Saint would go in order to be around beautiful women.
Now, he and his men were attending the ceremony as honored guests. The Naboo tailors had even fabricated accurate versions of the US Army Class 'A' uniforms that they were wearing. Saint was once again deep in thought when the queen motioned for him and Sgt. Shepherd to approach the podium.
"In addition to our native sons and daughters who were involved in the liberation, I would like to honor five men who came from another world and stayed to free ours. This was not their fight. They did not have to stand with us against the Trade Federation. Yet, when asked they pledged their lives to this fight for Naboo. One of their number paid the ultimate price and another was seriously wounded. Leutanent Christopher and Sergeant Shepherd, it is my honor to present you Naboo's highest award wor the courage you showed in the fight for the palace. This award is also given posthumously to Sgt. McCoy who died in action. With the powers invested in me as Queen of the Naboo, I am happy to make all of you honorary citizens of this planet. Be assured that no matter where in the Galaxy you decide to go to, you will always have a home here.
The queen motioned for Saint to say a few words to the people of Naboo. He directed his hoverchair to the microphone and spoke.
"Thank you your majesty. There are a few words I would like to say. Let me begin by honoring the true heroes of the liberation. They are those who will never grow old, never know the love of family, or the joy of seeing their children grow up. I speak of those Naboo, Gungans, and of course Sgt. McCoy. They gave their lives so that you would no longer be oppressed. I come from a world that is a miniature version of your galaxy. It is world divided into many nations. There are dictatorships and republics, tyranny and freedom, aggressor and defender. In such a world the freedom loving people must always by vigilant and stoic in their defense of that freedom. I remember one point that was driven into my soul in school and military training. That point is that Freedom is never Free. The price for the freedom I enjoyed while living in the United States of America and now this brave new world of Naboo is the blood of those who gave their lives in defense of that freedom. Tell you children and your grandchildren what went down that day and the price paid. So that future generations will be spared the destruction of war. Never take your freedom for granted.
The cheering and applause continued for several minutes after Saint drove his hoverchair back to the rest of the Americans. Amidala, motioned him to stop for a moment, leaned down as softly said:
"That was a powerful speech not one person was unmoved."
"Thanks, there's one more thing to do."
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A large group assembled in the royal cemetery in Theed. Here were buried the kings, queens, and heroes of legend. One more would be laid to rest this day. A large crowd of Nubians, Gungans, Jedi, and Republic officials had gathered to pay their final respects to a hero. The coffin was draped with a flag never seen before in this galaxy. It had a blue square adorned with fifty stars in one corner. The rest of the flag had thirteen red and white stripes. Saint had marveled in wonder when the flagmakers were able to faithfully recreate the Stars and Stripes. On one side of the coffin sat the people closest to the dead American. Qui Gon, Obi Wan, Anakin, Captain Panaka, Jar Jar Binks, and the remaining Americans occupied the rows closest to the coffin. Representatives of the Republic and the handmaidens followed them. Saint moved his chair to the head of the coffin and gave his elegy. Amidala, Qui Gon, Obi Wan, and the Americans went to the podium to say a few words in memory of the fallen Delta operator. Three Americans and four Nubians marched to the side of the coffin, raised their weapons and fired three shots apiece into the air. A royal musician played taps on a bugle like instrument in honor of the fallen hero.
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Qui Gon waited patiently for his companion to join him at the ship. Saint was wearing his flight suit as he said his good byes. Being nursed back to health by the handmaidens was okay for a while. However, it got old in no time. He exchanged hugs with the queen and her handmaidens, shook hands with Panaka and boarded the ship. He couldn't help overhearing the words traded between Panaka and Wins.
" I don't get it. Even leaving for a short time, he gets the beautiful women. How does he do it?" asked the co-pilot.
Captain Panaka finally gave in to the laugh he was desperately holding in when he heard Saint's reply.
"Some guys just have it, my good friend, just some guys" smirked Saint.
"So Anthony are you ready to meet the Jedi Council?" asked Qui Gon.
"I am now. Do you really think I could become a Jedi?"
"You do have a medichlorian count. As to becoming a Jedi, the future is in constant motion. We shall see what will happen. Either way, it will be interesting". Laughed the older jedi.
Saint settled in the cockpit as the ship took off and left the atmosphere.
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Epilog Eight Years After the Liberation of Naboo Planet Naboo
The school teacher lead her charges on their tour of the museum. It had been erected soon after the battle with the Trade Federation so that the people would never forget the sacrifices made on their behalf. They passed various exhibits. The children were excited over the starfighter that had been flown by a boy their own age to destroy the droid command ship. The deactivated battle droids didn't seem so scary now that their power packs had been removed. They continued their journey deeper into the museum and entered a large room. The room had been set up to represent the plains outside the city of Theed. A skylight allowed the sun to shine on the central exhibit that had been set up in that room.
There, on the grass, was a broken speeder of an unknown design. The craft was painted a dark green and the children could read see on it's fuselage, the words, United States Army. The craft was in a sorry shape. It's landing gear had collapsed and the craft sat on it's belly. Two of it's four blades drooped, touching the floor. The other two were lying beside it where they had broken off the rotor. The windows in the bottom part of the nose had been shattered by the impact. Finally, the tail section of the craft was pitted with holes and showed evidence of fire.
The teacher had the class assemble in front of the sign as she brought it to the attention of her class. A she began reading, a man in his thirties with his arm wrapped around a young woman walked in.
"Children, quiet down. In this room we have one of the more important exhibits. It is the craft used to transport a group of soldiers to Naboo in our hour of greatest need. They answered our call, in spite of the fact that this was not their war."
The teacher began to describe crew as heroes who were fearless in their fight to free the planet. The man interrupted her description of their heroic deed:
"Uh, excuse me, I couldn't help but overhear what you were talking about. I can shed some light on the subject."
The teacher was irritated with the interruption. She asked who he was and how did he think he knew so much about the exhibit. The man calmly answered her question:
"My name is Anthony "Saint" Christopher and I was the pilot of Super 6-4 that day eight long years ago."
The students immediately began paying attention. It was one thing to tune out your boring teacher. But here was the man who lived through the events. One student raised her hand, and politely asked Saint if he could tell them about the flight.
With a smile, he told the story: " It all began eight years ago, on a planet called Earth. My unit was called on to perform a rescue mission and.........."
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Author's Notes: Well gang that concludes "Enter The Stalkers". It was a lot of fun sharing my vision to fellow Star Wars fans. Your reviews and replies kept the creative juices alive. I will be working on the second book in this series. It will be out later this fall. Should the council allow Qui Gon take Saint on as a second apprentice? Or, would you rather see the Boy Scout doing good deeds in other parts of the galaxy? Either way, I expect to have the next story take place around the period of Episode II. I haven't decided what will happen. But you can expect changes with Anakin being apprenticed to Qui Gon. I have other plans to write another Star Wars fanfic that has two US Navy fighter pilots joining the rebellion at the time of ANH. Think, Top Gun meets Star Wars? Keep up those reviews and tell me what you think about this story. I would greatly appreciate hearing what you liked and why. Let me know.
Until Next Time Merry Prankster: Over and Out
Star Wars Universe Planet Naboo
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It had been an hectic six months since the liberation of the Naboo from the Trade Federation. Obi Wan had become a full Jedi and was away to mediate a dispute between two warring factions. It was his first mission without his old mentor and all knew he would succeed at his endeavor. The Jedi Council had allowed Qui Gon to take on Anakin as his new Padewan. The victory celebrations had lasted for days. The doctors had stated that Saint was could attend the celebrations as long as he did not push himself too hard. Amidala had assigned one of her handmaidens to the pilot's recovery. The queen and her handmaidens made sure that the American did not over exert himself.
The dignataries from the Republic, Naboo, and the Gungans had assembled in front of the palace. The queen and Gungan leader exchanged gifts to show the unity of all sentient races on the planet. Following, the exchange, the two leaders faced the crowd. Saint had been wheeled out on his hover chair sat off to the side of the proceedings along with his remaining crewmembers.
"It still seems strange to be on another planet after all that has occurred" though Saint.
He had gotten to know the queen and her handmaidens pretty well in the days following the liberation. One of them was always at his side since he became conscious. Everyone got a huge laugh when Wins commented that he was amazed of the lengths Saint would go in order to be around beautiful women.
Now, he and his men were attending the ceremony as honored guests. The Naboo tailors had even fabricated accurate versions of the US Army Class 'A' uniforms that they were wearing. Saint was once again deep in thought when the queen motioned for him and Sgt. Shepherd to approach the podium.
"In addition to our native sons and daughters who were involved in the liberation, I would like to honor five men who came from another world and stayed to free ours. This was not their fight. They did not have to stand with us against the Trade Federation. Yet, when asked they pledged their lives to this fight for Naboo. One of their number paid the ultimate price and another was seriously wounded. Leutanent Christopher and Sergeant Shepherd, it is my honor to present you Naboo's highest award wor the courage you showed in the fight for the palace. This award is also given posthumously to Sgt. McCoy who died in action. With the powers invested in me as Queen of the Naboo, I am happy to make all of you honorary citizens of this planet. Be assured that no matter where in the Galaxy you decide to go to, you will always have a home here.
The queen motioned for Saint to say a few words to the people of Naboo. He directed his hoverchair to the microphone and spoke.
"Thank you your majesty. There are a few words I would like to say. Let me begin by honoring the true heroes of the liberation. They are those who will never grow old, never know the love of family, or the joy of seeing their children grow up. I speak of those Naboo, Gungans, and of course Sgt. McCoy. They gave their lives so that you would no longer be oppressed. I come from a world that is a miniature version of your galaxy. It is world divided into many nations. There are dictatorships and republics, tyranny and freedom, aggressor and defender. In such a world the freedom loving people must always by vigilant and stoic in their defense of that freedom. I remember one point that was driven into my soul in school and military training. That point is that Freedom is never Free. The price for the freedom I enjoyed while living in the United States of America and now this brave new world of Naboo is the blood of those who gave their lives in defense of that freedom. Tell you children and your grandchildren what went down that day and the price paid. So that future generations will be spared the destruction of war. Never take your freedom for granted.
The cheering and applause continued for several minutes after Saint drove his hoverchair back to the rest of the Americans. Amidala, motioned him to stop for a moment, leaned down as softly said:
"That was a powerful speech not one person was unmoved."
"Thanks, there's one more thing to do."
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A large group assembled in the royal cemetery in Theed. Here were buried the kings, queens, and heroes of legend. One more would be laid to rest this day. A large crowd of Nubians, Gungans, Jedi, and Republic officials had gathered to pay their final respects to a hero. The coffin was draped with a flag never seen before in this galaxy. It had a blue square adorned with fifty stars in one corner. The rest of the flag had thirteen red and white stripes. Saint had marveled in wonder when the flagmakers were able to faithfully recreate the Stars and Stripes. On one side of the coffin sat the people closest to the dead American. Qui Gon, Obi Wan, Anakin, Captain Panaka, Jar Jar Binks, and the remaining Americans occupied the rows closest to the coffin. Representatives of the Republic and the handmaidens followed them. Saint moved his chair to the head of the coffin and gave his elegy. Amidala, Qui Gon, Obi Wan, and the Americans went to the podium to say a few words in memory of the fallen Delta operator. Three Americans and four Nubians marched to the side of the coffin, raised their weapons and fired three shots apiece into the air. A royal musician played taps on a bugle like instrument in honor of the fallen hero.
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Qui Gon waited patiently for his companion to join him at the ship. Saint was wearing his flight suit as he said his good byes. Being nursed back to health by the handmaidens was okay for a while. However, it got old in no time. He exchanged hugs with the queen and her handmaidens, shook hands with Panaka and boarded the ship. He couldn't help overhearing the words traded between Panaka and Wins.
" I don't get it. Even leaving for a short time, he gets the beautiful women. How does he do it?" asked the co-pilot.
Captain Panaka finally gave in to the laugh he was desperately holding in when he heard Saint's reply.
"Some guys just have it, my good friend, just some guys" smirked Saint.
"So Anthony are you ready to meet the Jedi Council?" asked Qui Gon.
"I am now. Do you really think I could become a Jedi?"
"You do have a medichlorian count. As to becoming a Jedi, the future is in constant motion. We shall see what will happen. Either way, it will be interesting". Laughed the older jedi.
Saint settled in the cockpit as the ship took off and left the atmosphere.
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Epilog Eight Years After the Liberation of Naboo Planet Naboo
The school teacher lead her charges on their tour of the museum. It had been erected soon after the battle with the Trade Federation so that the people would never forget the sacrifices made on their behalf. They passed various exhibits. The children were excited over the starfighter that had been flown by a boy their own age to destroy the droid command ship. The deactivated battle droids didn't seem so scary now that their power packs had been removed. They continued their journey deeper into the museum and entered a large room. The room had been set up to represent the plains outside the city of Theed. A skylight allowed the sun to shine on the central exhibit that had been set up in that room.
There, on the grass, was a broken speeder of an unknown design. The craft was painted a dark green and the children could read see on it's fuselage, the words, United States Army. The craft was in a sorry shape. It's landing gear had collapsed and the craft sat on it's belly. Two of it's four blades drooped, touching the floor. The other two were lying beside it where they had broken off the rotor. The windows in the bottom part of the nose had been shattered by the impact. Finally, the tail section of the craft was pitted with holes and showed evidence of fire.
The teacher had the class assemble in front of the sign as she brought it to the attention of her class. A she began reading, a man in his thirties with his arm wrapped around a young woman walked in.
"Children, quiet down. In this room we have one of the more important exhibits. It is the craft used to transport a group of soldiers to Naboo in our hour of greatest need. They answered our call, in spite of the fact that this was not their war."
The teacher began to describe crew as heroes who were fearless in their fight to free the planet. The man interrupted her description of their heroic deed:
"Uh, excuse me, I couldn't help but overhear what you were talking about. I can shed some light on the subject."
The teacher was irritated with the interruption. She asked who he was and how did he think he knew so much about the exhibit. The man calmly answered her question:
"My name is Anthony "Saint" Christopher and I was the pilot of Super 6-4 that day eight long years ago."
The students immediately began paying attention. It was one thing to tune out your boring teacher. But here was the man who lived through the events. One student raised her hand, and politely asked Saint if he could tell them about the flight.
With a smile, he told the story: " It all began eight years ago, on a planet called Earth. My unit was called on to perform a rescue mission and.........."
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Author's Notes: Well gang that concludes "Enter The Stalkers". It was a lot of fun sharing my vision to fellow Star Wars fans. Your reviews and replies kept the creative juices alive. I will be working on the second book in this series. It will be out later this fall. Should the council allow Qui Gon take Saint on as a second apprentice? Or, would you rather see the Boy Scout doing good deeds in other parts of the galaxy? Either way, I expect to have the next story take place around the period of Episode II. I haven't decided what will happen. But you can expect changes with Anakin being apprenticed to Qui Gon. I have other plans to write another Star Wars fanfic that has two US Navy fighter pilots joining the rebellion at the time of ANH. Think, Top Gun meets Star Wars? Keep up those reviews and tell me what you think about this story. I would greatly appreciate hearing what you liked and why. Let me know.
Until Next Time Merry Prankster: Over and Out